She No Longer Believed In

What Did Dead Mean, Ray Wondered. It Meant Lost, It Meant Frozen, It Meant Gone.

I Think You Only Learn What Kind Of Personality You Have By Committing To Things.

People Grow Up By Living.

She Liked To Imagine That When She Passed, The World Looked After Her, But She Also Knew How Anonymous She Was. Except When She Was At Work, No One Knew Where She Was At Any Time Of Day And No One Waited For Her. It Was Immaculate Anonymity.

Our Only Kiss Was Like An Accident- A Beautiful Gasoline Rainbow.